now I peer at the golden sun and bow
the sky is lit up in soft pinks and blues
love echoing through my bones
like the kind of song the heart remembers
it feels like the perfect dream, falling
deeper into you
rinsing myself from the seeds like a spiritual dancer
my pockets are full of shrubs
punctual when I look at you, then shyly look away
you cast a spell on my moonlit eyes
let me fall from this ceiling into ominous foam
we were never meant for weeds
the opaque shift from purity to sin
somewhere between these distorted lines
I lost the beauty in living
when the clouds bled and you moved me to tears
I rose from the ashes with my pride
with my waxen wings
I never found the humour in dying
tainted by misfortune, weeping angel stirring
speaking to each other in an ancient language
my tongue knows you well.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 6th, 2022 17:32
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 32
Comments1
Appreciate the sweet comment... very sweet...
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However, I don't necessarily care for views posting here. I actually used to post on other poetry sites (where I was more popular than here) and get upwards to fifty views and more on each poem, with the most being around 400 views. I deleted my old account on All Poetry and the owner emailed me. I prefer the layout of this site I guess, with how it feels more like a portfolio which is why I'm more consistent with posting. (Although there seems to be a lot of conservative and prudish cunts here). So I don't mind getting low clicks whatsoever. I'd consider my writings quite evocative and some stuff homoerotic, so I can understand why some just don't care. But I write for myself.
Besides, I'm in the process of hand writing and editing poems. Sometimes I post here for the space, but this isn't long term nor my endgame. One day I will vanish, lol.
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